Page 44 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Zara

I sip my tea. “You alright?” Mama asks sitting around the dining table. Yesterday was crazy, but I’m okay. I nod to Mama and bring the brim of the cup to my lips again. I didn’t get to see Nickoi since he stormed off and Clova brought us home shortly after.

“I’m okay Mama,” I tell her and she looks at me, while drinking her cornmeal porridge.

Oh crap... I completely forgot about the whole family reunion.

What am I gonna wear? I question myself.

You have wull heap a clothes. After eating breakfast with Mama I walk into my room, looking through my closet.

I’ve been looking for the last ten minutes and I can’t find anything.Yuh know when yuh just a see clothes but yuh just don’t know wah fi choose?

Yea... that’s me right now. My eyes land on my pink two-piece Waydmin set.

I smile goofily, picking it out. The outfit is perfect—not too fancy, not too chill.

Just right. I pair it with a deep sapphire bucket hat, letting my long hair flow beneath it.

The gold jewelry is gonna add the perfect touch.

I smile, laying it on the be, wonder what slides I’m wearing. I look at my transpare—No ma’am wear a next slippers.

I chuckle to myself. I wear that slippers like there is no other option.

People must tired a see it. A my slippers anyway.

I spot my sleek pair of white Hermes sandals, just to keep it chic.

I take them out. I’ve never worn them before.

It feels so foreign picking out a slipper other than my transparent bridgets.

Sometimes mi haffi change up the thing. Once I decide that I’m settling with the Hermes my eyes find my gray New Balance sneakers. Ughhh! Mi hate mi ways!

“You know that would a look better though,” I say to myself with my index resting just below my lips as I ponder.

Wear it. I pick them out and put my slides back on the rack. After putting my outfit together I got in the shower. My mind runs on Talia. She really was gonna shoot me?

Then yuh nuh see? The voice in my head ask.

I wonder how I haven’t been interrogated. How nobody nuh tell me fi come make statement at the police station? Maybe Nickoi already deal with it.

Makes sense. He seems to have control of everything. I rub my hands in the soap before I rub my face. I don’t know why but even when I close my eyes the soap still manages to get in my eyes.

“Shit,” I mumble, pushing my face under the shower. This happens to me every single time.

When I’m done showering, I cut the water off and wrap the towel around my body. A gasp leaves my lips when I hear a familiar deep voice. Nickoi Jacobs. My heart rate gains momentum. I breathe, trying to calm myself.

“I’m sorry about what happened,” I hear him say.

I widen my eyes. Why does it sound like he’s getting closer? Nickoi always comes here unannounced, he’s so unruly. I walk in my room and quickly get myself in my panty then he pulls the door. Without knocking..

My back is facing him but I can still feel his piercing eyes on me. I cover my exposed chest. My face flushes. There’s no way my hands can cover my breasts completely when they’re this round and full. I manage to cover my nipples, but the top and the sides are still poking out.

“Zara?” he calls me and his voice sounds husky.

Is he okay? I mean his voice is usually deep but–

“Zara?” he repeats.

“Nickoi what?” I answer, my back still turned to him.

“Turn to me nuh... weh yah hide?” He asks.

“Nothing,” I smile.

He hisses. “Oh cause me see all of this already,” I look at him and he has a cocky smile on his face. He bites his lip looking at me. “Come here,” he says sitting on my bed. I smile at him.

“No... I’m getting ready and the bus soon reach,” I say because I know what he wants to do. The look on his face says everything for him.

He looks at me curiously. “Which bus?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. A bus is taking us to the family reunion,” I say looking at him.

He starts laughing. “Mek mi see them,” he says looking at my hands covering my chest.

“No,” I challenge.

“Yuh barely a cover them,” he laughs briefly shaking his head. I roll my eyes.

“Stop look pon me,” I say trying to take out a bra from my draw and he walks over to me.

Annoying boyfriend alert. He puts his arms around me, slowly moving his hand closer to the side of my breast and I quickly move his hands away.

“Stop nuh, suppose Mama come in and suppose the bus reach and mi nuh ready yet!” I whisper yell.

“Why yah whisper b?” He chuckles. I find a black brassiere.

Glory to God...

He folds his arms looking at me. “So mi wah see how long yuh can hide them when you affi take out the bra,” he smirks.

“Nickoi stop look,” I groan.

“Mi see them before Zara. By di way, a never me put some hickey on them?” He asks and my mind ran on that night. Wheww

My face flushes. Again.

He laughs out. “See yuh start think bout it deh. Think mi nuh see yuh face,” he says and I push him making my breast expose to him.

Great. Just great!

Nickoi’s eyes gleams and I smile sheepishly. He cups my breast and hug me before he grabs my butt. I breathe, inhaling his scent. He always smells so good. When will I get over it?

He’s wearing a white Balmain hoodie and a denim shorts. He moves us a little and I stop him. I don’t want the bus to come and I’m not ready and I also don’t want my grandma to find us like this. I’m only in a panty.

He moves his lips to my ear and I push him slightly. “Come here nuh,” he says holding my waist moving us towards the bed.

“Yuh want the people them come and mi not even have on mi brassiere?” I ask him with an attitude and he laughs, sitting down.

“Ah,” he simply says. He looks a little annoyed.

I quickly plug in my flat iron and pick up my brassiere. I push my hands through it and glance at him with a smile.

“Pssst,” I hiss. I want to cheer him up. He playfully rolls his eyes. I like the fact that I’m the only person who knows this goofy side of him. He seems totally different now from the first time I saw him. “Nickoi?” my voice comes out soft. He looks up at me.

“Help?” I smile. He gets up with a smile, before he moves behind me.

I comb through my hair as he clips my bra.

He steps a little too close, closing the space between us.

I gulp. The contact always feels dangerous.

He uses his hand to gently move my hair as he places wet kisses at the nape of my neck.

I shiver from the feeling of his lips on my skin.

I squeeze my eyes shut. From behind he wraps his arm around my waist, forcing our bodies together even more like we’re glued together.

My eyes flutter open when he slaps my ass.

He quickly moves away, lying on the bed and I finally start breathing normal again. You guys tho..

After a while I’m dressed, I look over at Nickoi and he’s just watching me. I blow him a kiss and he bites his lip causing me to smile.

Mi nuh know how unuh just a tease each other so.

I take up my flat iron and start straightening my hair while eyeing him in the mirror.

Our eyes are communicating... The more we stare at each other the more the tension gets thicker.

My core is throbbing dangerously hard causing me to stop running the iron through my hair.

I bite my lip. Tempted. He realizes and starts rocking his legs then I notice that he has his iPhone on his lap.

My eyes observe it for a few seconds and I realize that he’s erected.

I look away and feel heat creeping up my cheeks.

“You just come make mi feel some type of way and mi cya go get fi do nuh’n cause the bus soon come,” I say quietly, feeling a tad frustrated.

He moves up to me again. This time he holds my waist and slides his hands down my panties.

I moan as I feel him rubbing my heat while sucking on the skin below my ear.

The feeling is ecstatic. I didn’t know I needed this.

He pumps his finger inside me and I squirm, holding the iron out so that it doesn’t burn him.

“Continue straightening your hair,” his deep voice says.

“Okay.”

I do as he says, but I stop suddenly when a wave of pleasure hits me. My eyes watches as his hand makes a bulge in my black leggings and I smile to myself as his long fingers works wonders inside me.

“Aaah... mi cya keep it in,” I moan.

“That’s why you fi come live with me so you can make all the noise you want,” he huskily says.

“I don’t think–” I start to say, but I’m cut off by my own moan. “Oh my God,” I close my eyes when he curls them.

“Zara?” Mama knocks the door startling me and he pulls out his hand.

Shit did she hear? I hope not.

“Yes Mama?” I say sounding innocent. Innocent? Ironic.

“Dem say the bus deh pan it way, yuh ready?” her tone makes me feel relieved. She didn’t hear.

“Al–” Nickoi slides his finger in my mouth and I taste myself.

“Suck it,” he demands and I do as he says.

“Mi almost ready Mama,” I say when I push his hand away.

“Alright.”

After that, it’s like nothing happened. We are just silent in our own thoughts. He went to the bathroom and is now scrolling through Instagram. I had to brush my teeth after our little activity.

When I’m ready to leave I pose in front of him. “How mi look?” He licks his lips.

“Look good but... ”

I raise my hands at him. “But what?” I ask in a high pitch tone.

He smirks. “Yuh would a look better without them,” he says and I hit him playfully.

“Zara! The bus come,” Mama says and she sounds like she’s walking out.

He gets up with a sigh. “So what time you a go reach back yasso?”

“Umm later,” I say. “Mi nuh sure.”

He waits at the door and slaps me on my butt when I’m passing him. “Yuh betta sure cause mi wah see you.”

Eh. I laugh. “Wah wrong with yuh today?” I ask.

“High,” he jokes.

I close my door and walk out behind my grandma and she gives me a cake to hold. “Mi bake this. Carry it fi me,” she tells me.

Nickoi looks at me, taking the cake. “Get in the bus,” he instructs.

Bossy eeeh?

“ Okay daddy,” I roll my eyes.

He chuckles. “But the father doh like mi cas him hear she call mi daddy oh well,” he sings alkaline’s Spoil You as he walks behind me. So accurate huh?

I realize that the bus is packed but there’s a cross seat available. Hell no! Nickoi moves closer to the door looking in and his face expression is hilarious.

Mi cya manage Nickoi enuh.

“Yuh cya hold in a this,” he says loud enough for everyone to hear.

I look at the cross seat.

Yuh cya sit deh so and hold cake... weh yah go lean yuh back?

Mi nuh like dem seat deh especially when it’s a long journey. Mi back a guh hurt me.

Mi naav no choice though.

My uncle’s wife Marcia looks at Nickoi. “She can sidung desso,” she points at the cross seat.

Nickoi’s sharp brows pulls together. “Where?” his voice sharp, his head moving to the side.

Nickoi feisty.

She hisses. “Mi nuh know a wah yuh exp-”

“Rest it Marcia,” Uncle Rohan interrupts. I’m so glad he did.

Nickoi’s eyes lands on me. “Weh yah go do?”

I shrug.“I don’t know mi go just sit there,” I tell him and he shakes his head.

“I’ll bring you,” he says surprising me.

He looks over at my grandma, gesturing her over. “Come Ms. Sandra,” then walks off.

Things just affi work fi him way doh?

I smile at him, waiting for Mama.

She finally reaches to me. “Yuh cya hold?” I shake my head.

“No, only a cross seat and Nickoi nuh wah me sit there,” once the words are out, she cackles.

“Reminds me of John.”

My mind runs on my grandfather. He died two years ago. “Yuh kno’ say a true?” I laugh .